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I whispered in her ear. “Em, I want you to talk to me, okay? I want you to tell me if you like what I’m doing or if you want something different, okay?”
“Okay,” she repeated back to me.
I traced the outline of her panties across her inner thighs and then I ran a finger over her pussy. Over the fabric that was soaked. “All of that for me?” I smirked and then captured her lips with mine.
I pushed her panties to the side and slid two fingers up and down her folds as muttered curses fell from her mouth. She arched her back and threw her head backwards, exposing the sweet skin on her neck.
As I found her clit and started stroking it slowly, teasing her, I licked a line going from her collarbone, up her neck and to her ear. I nibbled on her earlobe and quickened the pace of my strokes to her clit.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” she said into my ear. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
“No, not today, baby,” I said. She opened her eyes and stared at me with such intensity that I felt physical pressure. “I’ll make sure you're satisfied, though.”
Then I slid two fingers into her pussy and pressed my thumb on her clit. Her guttural moan almost made me come in my jeans like a hormonal teenager. Fucking hell I was out of my depth.
As I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her and drew circles with my thumb on her clit, she kept tightening her hold on my shoulders. “Faster, please,” she begged, her voice breathy and strangled. “I’m so fucking close.”
She ground herself on my fingers, meeting my strokes and forcing me to go faster. Not even thirty seconds later I heard her breath hitch in her throat. A few seconds after that her whole body started to shake and then the walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers and I heard her gasp for air before she fell apart, her body sagging on top of mine and her head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of my neck as her pussy kept milking my fingers.
“Fucking. Hell. Alex. What—” She took a deep breath after every word and then trailed off.
“What?” I asked as I finally slipped my fingers out of her. “Was that satisfactory?”
“Yes,” she hissed into my skin.
It took her a few minutes to gather her strength but eventually she rolled off me and stretched out on the couch. I took that as my chance to get up.
“I should take care of you,” she said, taking a hold of the end of my t-shirt, trying to pull me back to the couch.
“No need,” I tried to discourage her. “You’ve had a long stressful day, you need to relax and unwind.”
“Oh you really helped me unwind. I can still feel myself floating out of my body,” she said, letting go of my shirt and throwing her arm over her eyes.
“Do you need anything? Water? A snack?” I tried to distract her.
“Anything you say,” she lifted her arm from her face and locked eyes with me, blinking slowly. “ I would love some cuddles. Please tell me you’re a cuddler.”
“Of course,” I smiled and sat back down on the edge of the couch.
She sat up and immediately pressed herself into me, took my good hand into her own and started tracing my veins.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head from pleasure, as her fingertips hovered over my skin.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, it was dark outside and Emma was receiving a pizza delivery at the door.
We split the large pepperoni pizza she had ordered, eating in comfortable silence and smiling like fools at each other. I noticed Emma's smile was slightly crooked—in a very cute way—and tried my best to commit it to memory. I was way over my head but I wanted this so badly that I was going to figure it out. I was going to make this right.
Then it was time for me to walk her home as it had become customary. I really wanted her to spend the night and even offered it to her, but she said she didn’t want to rush into things.
I thought that that was already a moot point because of what we had done that afternoon on the couch but I didn’t fight her on it. I was okay with doing things at her pace. Her way. I would take anything she chose to give me: a quiet evening on the couch, late night texts until one of us inevitably falls asleep, the smallest, faintest smile, as long as I could stay in her life.
After I locked my apartment and shoved my keys in my pocket, I grabbed Emma’s hand before she could walk too far away from me. “There is no one in the neighborhood that recognizes us, I canhold your hand here,” I squashed the protest I saw brewing in her eyes.
She sighed and squeezed my hand back, walking closer so her shoulder would brush against my forearm.
When we got to her building, she kissed me goodnight before sprinting up the stairs.
I could taste her on my lips the whole way home.
